Mable hesitated for some time before finally picking up the phone. “Hello?” Next, a low voice came from the phone. “Wifey, how have you been?” Mable felt troubled as soon as she heard how he addressed her. “Rory, I’m not your wifey!” “Why not? We exchanged vows.” Mable gritted her teeth in anger. “Please speak properly!” ‘When did we exchange vows?’ Rory scoffed. “Tsk, I knew you would deny it! You’re heartless!” Mable could not be bothered to talk nonsense with him. She changed the topic. “Why did you call?” “Zoe said you asked for the A117 reagent?” Rory asked lazily. “Yes.” Mable paused before she explained, “Rory, I need the A117 reagent urgently now, so—” She was cut off before she could finish. “I don’t care if you need it urgently. I’ll give you a week to send it back to me!” Mable held her phone tightly. “Rory, I really need it. Just give it to me.” Rory fell silent, his emotions unclear. “Why do you need it?” Mable answered after a pause, “I was
Ava, who had been waiting at the side, answered and walked up. “Here.” “Send someone to Dorland to find out what the hell Mable is doing.” Rory wanted to know why Mable wanted the A117 reagent. She knew how important it was to him, yet she dared to not bring it back. “Understood.” Ava was a little helpless. Had she known, she would have investigated Mable in more detail the last time. “Boss, Little Master is awake.” The maid suddenly spoke at this time. Rory turned around and saw a little boy about four years old running into his room while rubbing his eyes. The boy was wearing panda pajamas with a teddy bear in his arms. The sleepiness on his chubby face made him look adorable. He ran up to Rory, pointed at the phone on the table, and then at him. His dark eyes seemed to be full of questions. Rory raised his eyebrow. “What?” The boy moved his lips but did not make any sound. Rory could read lips. He smirked and asked, “Spike, how did you know it was her?” ‘
Dorland, Richworth. Mable did not sleep all night and only left the dispensing room at noon the next day. Blair had been waiting for her outside since early in the morning. When he saw her come out, he quickly took her to eat. “You haven’t slept all night. Go eat something first and rest after that.” Mable ate something and shook her head. “No need. Make me a cup of coffee. I’ll try to get the antidote done before noon tomorrow.” Blair caressed her head. “There’s no rush.” Mable found it funny. “This is the first time I’ve seen a poisoned person in no hurry.” Blair put some food on her plate and said, “It’s not that I’m not in a hurry. I have confidence in you.” Truth be told, he was being a little selfish. He hoped she could develop the antidote later so that she would stay by his side for a while longer. He was worried she would leave as soon as his poison was detoxified. Mable stared at him and nodded. “Blair, I said I’d save you, so I’ll definitely develop the a
Tracey nodded and suddenly thought of something. She asked, “Blair, Dad wouldn’t let Anthony meddle in the company’s affairs, right?”“That’s hard to say.” Blair said coldly, “After all, he always acts unexpectedly.” Tracey frowned hard and said nothing. … After not having rested all night, Mable slept especially well. When her phone suddenly rang, it woke her up. Mable thought it was the alarm clock going off. She picked up her phone only to realize it was a phone call. It was an unfamiliar foreign number starting with 0. Mable sat up and scratched her hair before answering the call. “Hello?” No one answered on the other end of the phone. “Hello?” Mable spoke again, but there was still no response. She looked at her phone and saw that the call was still on. At this time, the bedroom door opened. Blair walked in to find Mable looking dazed while sitting on the bed with her phone. “You’re awake?” “Mm.” Mable rubbed her eyes and said to the caller aga
Inside a child’s room of an ancient castle under Linders Range. Spike sat in front of his computer while holding a phone. He looked aggrieved. ‘I didn’t make a wrong call. ‘I mustered a lot of courage to call you.’ Spike played the recording of the phone call just now. “Hello? “Hello? “Hello? Who’s this?” “No one is talking. The person must’ve made a wrong call.” … Spike listened to it over and over again. He seemed to be full of anticipation. ‘Mommy’s voice is so lovely. ‘She must be especially pretty. ‘I want to see Mommy.’ As he thought about it, he remembered what Rory said yesterday. He could not see his mom, and his appearance would only make her sad. Spike held the phone and sniffled. ‘Mommy…’ He mouthed. … Richworth. After two days, Mable finally developed the antidote for Vortex using the A117 reagent. She tried her best not to use up the reagent. Fifteen milliliters were left in each of the three reagents of the A117 reagent. Ma
Mable was about to tell Rory off when she suddenly heard Blair groan in pain. “Rory, I have something to attend to. Let’s talk when I’m free.” She hung up after that. Mable ran back to the bedside and found Blair twitching. She quickly pressed down on his shoulders. “Blair, hold it in a little longer.” She took her acupuncture bag from the medical kit and prepared to treat him with needles. Her phone rang again. It was Rory. Mable was impatient and directly turned off her phone. … Inside an ancient castle by the ocean. Rory sat gloomily on the chair. He persistently called Mable over and over again. Until… “Sorry, the number you dialed is currently unavailable. Please try again later…” ‘Did she turn off her phone?’ “Ha…” Rory narrowed his eyes and looked at the pile of information on the table. His face was grim. ‘Very well. How dare you turn off your phone? ‘Do you think I won’t be able to do anything about it?’ Rory squeezed his phone hard, enrag
Mable watched over Blair all night. His condition finally stabilized when morning came. She gave him a checkup and drew blood for someone to send for a lab test. Before long, the lab result was out. The level of toxins in his blood had reduced by 80%. Mable was relieved. She prepared to draw his blood for another lab test in a few hours. When Blair’s condition stabilized a bit more, she remembered the phone call from Rory last night. She turned on her phone and saw several missed calls from Rory. Mable felt a little anxious. Based on what Rory said yesterday, he must have found out about her and Blair. This would be difficult to deal with. Given how possessive Rory was, he would probably cause some kind of trouble. Mable wanted to call him back but dismissed the idea after some thought. It would be better to explain the matter to him in person. In any case, she was bringing back the rest of the A117 reagent. “Rory, I’ll be busy these next two days. I’ll go bac
Mable had been exhausted during this time. Now that Blair was no longer in critical condition, she could sleep in peace. She gave Tracey some instructions before going back to her room. After Mable and Tracey left, Blair sent Solomon a message. Solomon came to the Royal View Villa half an hour later. He looked at Blair’s blood test report and said with admiration, “Mable is really something. She cured you in just a few days.” Blair leaned against the head of the bed and looked leisurely at him with his hands crossed. “Did you bring what I asked?” Solomon handed him a small bottle and asked, “What do you need soy milk for?” Blair was allergic to soy milk and usually avoided it. “I need it.” Solomon frowned and looked at him in confusion. “You’re allergic to it. Why would you need it?” “You can go.” Then, Blair shook the small bottle in his hand. “Keep this a secret.” Solomon raised his eyebrow and smiled faintly at him. “Master Blair, what are you up to this time